“Promise me”, I mumble, quietly but firmly. “Promise me you won’t leave me”. My voice cracks and my eyes swell with tears. Blinking furiously, my eyes run from your disconcerted stare. Your penetrating gaze probes my face before you mutter, “I promise”…
The unwelcome flashbacks of you taunt me.
When I glance at you now, your hardened eyes bore into mine, unflickering and emotionless. The sentiment you felt for me had dissipated as easily as your broken promises. Your cold, calculated demeanour is more than enough of a hint. I suffer on, a little more hopeless and isolated than before.
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